You

I yearn for you. But they are words I never dare say. Each day, each morning, each night, my thoughts from you rarely stray. I ache for you. Only in you might I find peace. For without, my mind races, my heart thunders. All day it screams your name from inside my chest. But only I hear. I live to be near you. I crave to be with you, long to put my head next to yours. To feel your foot with my toes. To feel you soft, warm, welcoming beneath me. I fantasize about being inside of you. To whisper forbidden words. To feel your curves with my fingers. Your long lean legs tease my eyes. As I picture clothes at your feet, Imagine my hands across your silky smoothness, Soft milky tones in winter, Warm earth tones in summer. I know only in you can I know true comfort. But I can never say those words. And you can never hear those words from me. For you, my love, are a queen. And I am merely man. Only in you can I find solace, When we are together I feel whole, Find peace. Dream of love found. Experience the height of pleasure. Each day you give me the energy to go on, To be strong, To go forth. I can’t stand to keep it in any longer. I love you. And I have for some time. I hate to share you with anyone. For only I truly appreciate you, all of you. Your rough edges. Your sometimes irritable tones. Your absolute beauty inside. In the end you are soft, dirty, gentle, hard, You are all I could ever want. You are the goodness I will never find elsewhere. I love you. I always will. When we are at last together we will be one. If not I will surely die. You are my salvation. You are my one true love. For you I write these words I can never say. And I write these words that you can never hear. For you are my bed and you haven’t any ears - or a heart, or a brain. Just pillows and blankets.